Help him relex

You slide off your desk and kneel in front of Daryll, giving your hair a seductive toss. He tries to stand but the mere placement of your hands on his thighs keeps him in place. His hands are still shielding his groin. You ask him if something is wrong.

"No... I just don't..."

You tell him if he has a problem you can help him with it. You know what his problem is. He just needs to relax. You gently slide his hands away, revealing the tent pitched by his erection. You gasp in feigned shock before dropping your mouth to his pants and tracing the outline of his cock with your tongue. You find the tip through the fabric and work your lips over it's contours.

Before you can go any further, the phone rings. Your next interviewee is on her way up.

Daryll is melting in your fingers and you have a pretty good feeling about him. Still, the grass is always greener on the other side.

There may also be a way to have your cake and eat it too.